Wednesday, May 27, 2009
the collector
at my house i have floor to ceiling windows both upstairs and down. this is where all animals come to die. i have to sweep every other day because of dead flies, moths and spiders. hummingbirds also like to fly in through the open windows and they get trapped and i have to help them out, to TB~s dismay.
but what i love about this window is it also attracts the most beautiful butterflies! so i let nature take its course and the butterflies eventually die along with the other insects. i feel bad for them because it takes a couple of days for them to die. i found a small wodden box with a glass lid, so when the butterflies die, i am going to clip their wings from the body and decorate my box. i know it~s a little creepy. try separating them yourself. but my tolerance for bugs is rising. i don~t kill them anymore unless they~re dangerous.
what is weird is after i decided to do this and painted my box, i found a book christine left called the collector, based on a man who collects butterflies.
coincidence is everywhere!
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